I had a very pleasant meal in Plunketts last night. But I think the staff were toying with us on arrival. When we asked if they had a table they told us there would be approximately a 45 minute wait, but we could go and wait in the upstairs bar and put our name in the queue. Having no other significant plans, and not being in any rush, waiting was not a problem. It's quite a nice bar, lots of sofas and things.
We went upstairs to the bar. It's up quite high, about three flights of stairs. Lots of stairs. But it's ok because we were going to have a drink at the top and recover from the climb. But imagine our *dismay* when we got to the bar in the upstairs bar and the lady there told us that there was a table ready... now! No waiting would be needed and we wouldn't get a drink! Bastards. Back down we went and there was indeed a table ready (at which we sat and ate and drank and talked and etc).
Although the waiter did apologise for making us take an unnecessary climb, I still suspect them of doing it on purpose. For two reasons:
1. The extra exercise makes people hungrier and hence more likely to order more food. This makes more profits for the evil-capitalist-restauranteers.
2. They find it funny.
Gits.
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